Prog G2
MUSIC BAND
Cantautori Rock Progressive
Lyrics
Odisseo
Don't wait for me, Ithaca,
travel attracts me
from its uncertain paths
cunning is vigilating
I wander in this sea
of mermaids and giants
of love and beauty
deceits and cruelty
I'm going to violate the unknown
beyond the borders
I leave and I will return here
to start all over again
I'm going to find myself
in the dark night
I leave and I will return here
to start all over again
Il tempo relativo
(Relative time)
Time flies on uncertain days
Scrolls like a river in flood
It beats its slow rythym hard
I don't despise your value
More precious than a love
You are a tyrant and an illusion
A little slow for those who are afraid
Long if you suffer, small if you love
No I don't forget to wait for you
No ... I want to control you
But you ... do you own your time?
Il Viatico del vecchio saggio
(The viaticum of the
old sage)
I see nights to light up on the horizon
And ... over the hills mountains to climb
I see fear of tomorrow on scared faces
I hear the moan of the old tired and
Abandoned man
The dawn is already awake ..
it is time to act
This sick world, No-it must not die
No more pats and caresses, nor unnecessary care
No more closed eyes, nor cowardly indifference
I see children’ broken and sad smiles
And ... women who are disappointed,
violated and ignored
I notice the uncertain boy with no dreams for the future
I only touch… bodies without living souls
The dawn is already awake .. it is time to act
This sick world, No-it must not die
No more pats and caresses, nor unnecessary care
No more closed eyes, nor cowardly indifference
Viaggio introspettivo
(Introspective journey)
Introspective journey, in a meditative context
unpredictable itinerary, reckless viaticum
big questions, small answers
blurred senses, hidden thoughts
I am what I think, I will be what I imagine
I will shape the future like the marble sculptor
I'll break all the rules
looking for my hidden peculiarity
I sublime in sidereal space
getting lost in the northern light
rising and falling, dying and getting up
... to my every sigh
Yeah John
(Flying over the emotions)
deep in my mind
the summer sun rises brightly
and then my thoughts fly away
over the horizon of my future
the wind blows the blood pulsates
as the time that slowly flies
the sea screams
the waves pass
like the occasionality chances
desire is slowing rising
from the flow of the emotions
it spreads around
through the new billows
and wraps you like a breeze
the wind blows the blood pulsates
as the time that slowly flies
the sea screams
the waves pass
like the occasionality chances
Infinity in an instant
The sun is already high on the horizon
Like the mood of early morning
I listen to the smells of the coming day
while I fill my gaze into the distance
Hidden echoes violate the moment
When the flock rises into the sky
a light illuminates her face
while the rapt mind throbs
Soft words caress the air but
you don't catch them, time is distracted
Light thoughts skim the mind
Looking in vain for unnecessary absences
Now open the door ajar
To go and find the way
the faded memory of the past
calls you back in the light fog
The words to say gestures to do
Maybe you can live again
Infinity in an instant
that stays here
Icarus
I am serenely gliding
on the reflections of dawn
aiming firmly at the rising sun
I am flying free from grudges and regrets
from plagiarism and fears from old morals
Il treno della luna
(Moon train)
Here the moon
is going to rise
and someone far away
is calling you and you go
Alone on the streets of your life,
You are bringing your sad song
looking for her
Here the moon is going to die
you found who was calling you
and you go with her
Danzando nel blues
.......senza te
(Dancing in the Blues
... without you)
We traveled with the blues
and the slow music
took us to those fields
of snow and scorched ground
We dreamed of the blues,
of slightly strange places
with the smoke and noise of tired people
We played that blues
with pulled guitars
and the vibrato of the Hammond returned to our heart
We danced with the blues
but the guitar solo is over
and now I dance in the blues
...... without you
.. I'll dance in the blues with you .....
HP 265
the road is long
the engine screams
make gas anyway
up the hill top
wind, rain, curve
I bite the elusive asphalt
I run down the street
driven by my madness
make gas anyway
to my house
wind, rain, hairpin
I bite the elusive asphalt
Gaia
(Earth)
You Shine in the morning at dawn
Run by celestial dynamics
Your lymph feeds multiform lives
Like a mother her progeny
Who's stifling your wheezing?
Who poisons your crystal clear waters?
Who infects your clean bowels?
Destroying himself… ..man
Nothing is carved
the dark can light up
clear your fog
rivers create the sea
Union, infinite strength,
Universal symphony ...
Emotion (the doubt)
I wander through
the rooms of the doubt
I watch the world going between
good and evil
I see blurred beyond the walls
As the dark night falls
Man you are not good,
man you are not bad
Two-faced like Janus
Follow your destiny
I see beyond the veil
A black cloud obscuring the sky
Futile and grim actions
Rants of emeritus jerks
Man you are not good,
Man you are not bad
It is time for you to wake up
Ride your destiny
Evening falls
In your eyes the reflection
Of the off day
Of the tired step
While the breeze
gets up lightly ...
I will follow you..Sappho
Come
follow me through the tunnels of my mind
feeling in the dark the sharp edges of my fears.
Find me in the darkest corner
watch me.
Pick me up gently shaking the dust off my clothes.
I will follow you.
Everywhere.
This strange time
What will remain of this strange time, what will remain of this history of ours, what will remain of the memory of those who lived in vain, of those who ran so much and never arrived.
And these years pass uselessly, if they leave something I don't know, it seems to me that little or nothing remains, and I think I will forget these years
Someone says that everything has changed and the world has left behind an old toy now broken, along with all the doubts and all its whys.
What will remain of this strange time …….
A great void instead hangs over us full of words and uselessness, of so many strange phrases in the head, of much confusion and false freedoms.
Others are, I think, the changes, the authentic, the real novelties to overcome the hunger of the people for bread, for memories and for serenity.
What will remain of this strange time
